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A Spell to Make You Well
“Achoo!” You give a loud sneeze as you continue to edit and sign paper after paper.
The day had been rough from the start. You woke up with a terrible cold, the wind was blowing wildly, you forgot your homework, and now you had tons of paperwork to do for “His Majesty” Eichi lest you face his wrath.
After another several sneezes, you lay your head down on the library table in defeat. It’s exhausting, being Yumenosaki’s only producer student. There is never a single moment to rest. Often, it feels like if you were to take even one day off, the units might crumble to the ground, leaving even more paperwork than when you left.
Without permission, your eyes begin to close. Maybe it’d be alright to rest just for a few hours. You had tucked yourself into the furthest corner of the school’s library. It’d be so easy to sleep here, with no one any the wiser.
With that thought, you wiggle lower into the chair and fold your arms into a comfortable pillow for your head. Then, quicker than the blink of an eye, you drifted off into a peaceful dream.
“Fufufu, it seems I’ve found a sleeping kittEN,” you heard a low voice say, rousing you from your slumber.
“Hmm?” you hum tiredly. You raise your head slowly and rub your eyes with your fists.
“Good evenING, Little KittEN. I hope you slept wELL.” He greeted with a small chuckle.
You let out a sigh, finally awake enough to realize who was speaking to you.
“Did you need something, Sakasaki-kun?” you asked tiredly, your throat aching slightly.
The impish redhead gave you his trademark smirk before sitting down in the chair beside you,
“You knoW, it’s very trusting of you to sleep in the middle of the school libraRY.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Who knows what monsteRS are lying in wait for you to put down your guARD, hmM?”
You quickly pulled yourself out of his touch. “Thank you for the concern, but I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my-“ You cut yourself off with another large sneeze.
Natsume gave you a mildly concerned look before quickly masking it behind his smirk once again. He stood from his chair, pushing it quietly, before holding his hand out towards you.
You tilted your head at him quizzically.  
“Come with me,” Almost instantly you felt compelled forward. You took his hand and let him lead you along, all the while wondering why you did so without question.
You didn’t know where you were going, only that the way there was particularly dark. You were uncertain whether you had gone down one staircase or more; if you had traveled down several winding hallways or just one. Finally, you approached a small light. Upon drawing nearer you saw a door with light pouring out from through the crack between it and the floor.
Natsume grabbed hold of the door’s handle and pushed it open quietly. “Here we aRE.”
He announced, throwing a glance back towards you.
“Where is here?” you questioned.
“A secret placE. I quite enjoy spendING my time here away from the mORE troublesome memBERS of the schOOL.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at him. With a place like this at his disposal, it was no wonder he was able to slip away from classes unnoticed so easily.
The red-haired magician continues to pull you along before depositing you in a corner of the room.
“Wait hERE,” he requested before walking off towards a large cabinet. He reached into it and pulled out what appeared to be a bundle of blankets and a pillow.
“What is that for?” you asked dumbly, not quite sure what he was up to.
Natsume set down the items in his grasp near you before responding.
“For you to rEST.” He responded as though it was obvious. “It wouldn’t do wELL for our lovely produCER to get too sICK, now would IT?”
You crossed your arms, not particularly enjoying being treated like a child. “Why would you help me? What do you get out of this?”
The redhead laughed. “WoulDN’T you like to kNOW,” he joked.
Suddenly, you felt a chill run through your body. Between being sick and the fact that this room was likely below ground level, it was no wonder that you would start to shiver.
Noticing this, Natsume reached down and grabbed the blanket on the floor before wrapping it loosely around your shoulders.
“Well, Little KitTEN,” he began, “it’s the job of us magiCIANS to help others in their time of nEED.”
With that, he walked away toward a counter with assorted beakers and chemicals scattered about.
You sighed and sat on the floor with your blanket. Laying your head against the cold wall, you began to watch Natsume work at his table. He moved quietly from one end to the other, occasionally mixing two liquids together, or setting them over a burner.
Natsume was a strange one; always aloof and never quite saying what he thinks. It was as though he had up a wall and he used his strange speech and quick temper to guard it. You were never sure what to do around him. His playful behavior led you to want to take everything he said with a grain of salt, and yet sometimes, when it was just the two of you—or even he and his unit-mates—he seemed to have this different air about him. It was warm and made you feel that maybe the magician wasn’t just full of mischief and tricks.
“HeRE,” The redhead said, snapping you out of your musings. He was knelt in front of you, holding out a steaming mug and a small cup of orange liquid.
As you went again to question him, you began coughing loudly. Carefully, Natsume set down the two glasses before moving towards you.
“I’m alright,” you managed to cough out.
When your coughing subsided, Natsume once again picked up the mug and cup to hand to you.
“It’s a poTION.” He said pushing the cup with the orange liquid into your hands. “It should cure your sickNESS.”
You narrowed your eyes and lifted the cup to your nose. If you had to guess, you’d say it smells like cold medicine, but you couldn’t say for sure.
Deciding to trust your strange classmate, you drink the liquid in one gulp. It’s not particularly pleasant, though it does taste mildly of oranges. As you pull a mildly disgusted face, Natsume hands you the steaming mug.
“TeA,” he stated plainly. “It should eaSE a sore thrOAT.”
You stared down at the cup in your hands. It smelled good; nice and earthy with a touch of floral. Taking a sip, you noticed that there was a bit of sugar in it.
“Thank you,” you said frankly. This whole time, you weren’t quite sure why Natsume was being so nice to you. When in reality, it had been presumptuous of you to assume he was only helping you for his own gain.
“You’re welcome, Little KitTEN,” He flashed you a smirk, once again slipping back into his mysterious and flirty persona. He moved to sit down next to you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you drank the tea he had made you.
After the cup was emptied, you began to feel drowsiness take hold of you once again. Your eyes felt heavy and it became hard to keep them open as you snuggled down into your warm blanket.
“Sleep,” Natsume whispered. Your eyes closed and you moved your head towards your companion’s shoulder to use as a pillow.
Certain you wouldn’t see him, the red-haired magician next to you turned and gave you a soft smile.
Satisfied with himself, Natsume began humming a small tune that sent you drifting off to sleep.
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Begging the enstars anzu fans for help finding an image. It’s a horizontal image with anzu on one side and natsume on the other and they’re looking at each other. It got deleted off my laptop and I’m desperate to find it again.
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Penpals and Presents
Merry Christmas Anne! @mar16a7 I'm posting you're fic here as well as AO3! And this one has an extra special surprise ;)
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Damian was not antisocial. He simply did not like the people around him. It wasn’t his fault that his new instructors thought him to have the same amount of intellect as an average child of his age. It wasn’t his fault that this caused them to treat him like he was one of those average children; like an “imbecile”, he claimed. It certainly wasn’t his fault that all the other children were so simple that he couldn’t hold even close to an intelligent conversation with them.
When his teachers suggested to his father that he be placed in a penpal program with other gifted children his age, he was adamant against it. Damian Al Ghul—now Wayne, after having been dropped on his father by his mother—was not just a gifted child. He knew himself to have a much higher intellect than even the most gifted children. Not to mention, writing to someone from who-knows-where would be nothing but a waste of his time.
Despite his protests, Damian was signed up for the program. Forms were filled out and eventually, he was paired up with a young girl from Paris, France. At first, the young boy was curious as to why they matched him up with someone who didn’t even speak his language. Later, he found out that the forms included a section on what languages the applicant could read. As Damian was able to read French, he was paired up with a girl from France who could read English.
The green-eyed boy sat down at his desk to write his first letter. He thought himself very clever and hoped that if he wrote something mean and nasty, he would get kicked out of the program. After all, no one wanted their child to be paired up with someone who would only say mean things.
However, this did not go well. Bruce Wayne, despite having only known his biological son for a small bit of time, had raised children before. How successful he had been was highly debatable, but he had raised them, nonetheless. He knew his son would try something sneaky to get out of a situation he found less than desirable. So, he had Alfred read the boy’s letter before it ever made it to the mailbox.
After being severely punished for the foul things he had written, Damian was made to write a new letter to his partner under Alfred’s careful supervision. The boy sat at the dining table in a huff, giving his paper such a glare that if he could, it surely would have been set aflame. Wanting nothing more than for this to be over with, the young boy picked up his pen and began to write.
Dear Marinette,
Hello, my name is Damian. I am sure you already know this, but it is only proper manners to introduce one’s self. I suppose I should ask you the typical questions one would when trying to get to know someone, but I would rather we just introduce ourselves with whatever information we find pertinent. I am 11 years old. I live in Gotham, New Jersey. Legally, I have many siblings, though I view them more as annoyances. If there is any more you wish to know about me, I will answer at a later date.
Damian
Despite giving him a strange look, Alfred deemed Damian’s letter passable and sent it off in the mail. The boy sincerely hoped that it would get lost and he would never have to do that ever again. Unfortunately for him, several days later came the reply.
Dear Damian,
Hi! I’m Marinette, and I’m very excited to be writing to you. I guess I should tell you about all the things you told me. I’m 10 years old, live in Paris, and I’m an only child! You said you have a lot of siblings, right? I wish I had some. I love my Maman and Papa, but it can get boring being the only kid around the house. But it’s alright because I have plenty of friends at school.
You said I could ask you questions, so what’s your favorite color? Do you have any pets? What’s your favorite food? Do you have any hobbies?
Marinette
Damian almost laughed at the childishness of the letter. He knew that his partner would never hold the same level of maturity as he, but this girl seemed even more naïve than expected. Her way of speaking annoyed him, and yet he was also intrigued by her inclination to overshare with a stranger.
Once again under the watchful eye of Alfred, Damian wrote a quick response.
Dear Marinette,
My favorite color is green. I have several pets, namely a dog, a cat, and a cow. I don’t have a particular favorite food, though I do stick to a vegetarian diet. I enjoy art as a general hobby.
I ask that you answer the same questions you asked me in your reply.
Damian
And so began the two’s correspondence. While Damian would send short and to the point letters, Marinette’s letters grew longer and longer as time went on. It seemed she loved to share as much as she could with him.
The green-eyed boy would deny it, but those around him could tell how he began to enjoy his penpal’s letters. Every day Damian would ask Alfred if he had received anything in the mail. The boy would pretend to be annoyed, but the twinkle in his eyes as he was handed a small pink envelope couldn’t be hidden.
“What do you mean, your brothers have been acting strange?” Marinette asked Damian over a video call.
“I mean, that they’ve been acting bizarre.” Damian sighed. “Somehow even more than usual,”
He wasn’t exaggerating either. Dick was acting strangely skittish every time they talked. Jason, while mostly acting normal—well as normal as Jason could act—would suddenly start laughing at seemingly nothing. Tim would constantly give the younger boy this knowing smirk; one that drove him crazy. Cass, well, Cass was acting like herself, but if Damian knew her at all, it was that if the others were up to something, she most definitely knew about it.
“I swear they’re hiding something from me,” the green-eyed boy grumbled.
Marinette giggled at his frustration as she snuggled further into the blanket around her shoulders. Damian shot her a glare, causing her to laugh louder.
“I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about, Dami.” She told him with a smile. “After all, it is almost Christmas. Maybe they’re just planning a nice gift for you!”
“But Angel-“ He tried to argue.
“No buts,” she said firmly. “I know you hate things being kept from you, but I can say with 100% certainty that they don’t mean any harm.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you saying you know something about this?” He questioned, leaning closer to the camera.
“Maybe~,” she sang out. “Just trust me on this, okay?”
Damian gave a heavy sigh. It had taken him a while to understand the power this girl seemed to have over him. He couldn’t believe that someone he had once wanted nothing to do with was now one of the most important people in his life.
He can still remember it like it was yesterday, the first time he heard her voice. The sound was everything and nothing like what he expected from the girl he’d grown to like. Her laugh was like tinkling bells, drawing him in as nothing else could. When he first saw her face, his first thought had been how beautiful she was.
It was funny, how you could fall in love with someone an ocean away. When he was a child, Dick would tell Damian all about his whirling romances, causing the small boy to roll his eyes. Love was just a distraction from one’s goals in life. His mother had once loved his father, and he saw how well that seemed to turn out.
And yet, as he was forced to and later willingly got to know Marinette, her charming innocence swept him away. He had always found naivety annoying, but when it came to his strange penpal across the way, it only made him more intrigued. Something about her made his heart beat fast and his knees feel weak.
They were a constant in each other’s lives. As Damian gained more social skills and connections with those around him, he always had Marinette to help him along the way. Likewise, Damian was always there when Marinette needed someone to teach her how to stand up for herself.
“Alright, fine.” He relented. “But if they do something ridiculous, I’m choosing to blame you.”
Marinette laughed again, making Damian’s heart swell. “Alright, Dami. I’ve gotta go get some schoolwork done. I’ll text you later, okay?”
“I’ll be waiting,” he said with a soft smile. “Goodbye Angel,”
“Bye Dami!”
The days came and went in a flash. Damian continued to be annoyed by his family’s strange behavior but soldiered on at Marinette’s request. Finally, on Christmas Eve, it all came to a head when Dick excitedly asked Damian on a walk in the park with him.
“What are you up to, Grayson,” he questioned as the two walked. His grip on Titus’ leash tightened as his brother gave a nervous, but almost giddy laugh.
“Can’t I just ask to spend time with you, Baby Bird?” Dick said.
Damian scoffed. “Not with that nervous behavior,”
Dick grabbed his free hand and began to pull him forward. “Just come on!”
The older man dragged his brother down the snowy paths of the park. At this point, Damian was starting to like his entire family had lost their marbles. What could be so important that they had to hide things and pull him around like this?
“…What if he doesn’t like me as much in person?” a voice worried.
Damian whipped his head around to see a group of three people. He knew that voice. It may sound a little different; a little clearer, but it was unmistakable who that voice belonged to.
“Marinette?” he asked his voice only slightly above a whisper.
The shortest member of the group turned to face him. “Hi, Dami,” she said, pulling her scarf down to reveal her face.
He couldn’t believe she was right in front of him. It was almost surreal, how much more lovely she was in person. Her big blue eyes, her pale skin, her cheeks pink from the winter cold; all of her was so much more beautiful when viewed with his own two eyes instead of through a screen.
“I- how are you here?” he spluttered.
She giggled, God, did he love it when she did that. “ I told you there was a surprise waiting for you, didn’t I?”
He stood there speechless before she continued. “Your brothers got my number from your phone and helped arrange for my parents and me to come to stay with you for the holidays.”
“You’re staying with us?” Damian asked skeptically. He handed Titus’ leash off to Dick before taking a step closer to Marinette.
“For two whole weeks,” she said with a smile, reaching out to him. “They wanted us to finally be able to meet each other in person, after all these years.”
Damian smiled, turning towards where Dick stood next to who he could only assume were Marinette’s parents. It was the softest look Dick had ever seen on his younger brother.
“Thank you,” he said with as much sincerity as he could muster.
The older Wayne child smiled back at his brother. “Merry Christmas, Baby Bird.”
With that Marinette grabbed Damian’s hand and pulled him towards the paths. “C’mon Dami, we’ve got a lot to talk about!”
The green-eyed boy squeezed the girl’s hand, bringing it to his side. “That we do, Angel.”
The adults shared a knowing glance, eyes locked on the two’s intertwined hands as they walked away.
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Question time,
if someone is to post a lot of a particular fandom, and is going to take requests and such for writing, is it easier for that to be done on a main blog or a side blog. Would love to hear you thoughts.
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Even by Different Names, the Soul Remains the Same
Me being very late to posting a fic I wrote for @the-alice-of-hearts during trade, through I don't remember which one. Anyway it's been on AO3 but I'm finally getting it here on Tumblr.
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It was a bright summer day when the two first met. Jason Todd had traveled to France begrudgingly under Bruce’s order to keep an eye on some strange activity there. He had been wandering around the local park, not quite paying attention to where he was going when ran straight into someone.
“Ow!” He looked down to see a short French girl around his age on the ground.
The black-haired boy held out his hand to her. “Hey, sorry about that,” he apologized in French with an awkward laugh.
“It’s alright,” she said, her voice kind and light. “Though, please do be more careful from now on.”
The girl reached out her petite hand to take his. Just as their fingers brushed against each other, a strange glow appeared around their wrists. As if by instinct, the French girl wrenched her arm away from Jason and stood up quickly.
She stared at him with a peculiar expression across her face.
“I suppose we’re soulmates,” she stuttered and glanced down at the mark that now adorned her wrist. This led Jason to slide up his sleeve and look at his own matching soulmark. It was just what seemed to be a series of swirls and lines, but he knew that they were the only two in the world that would ever have a mark like that.
As a kid on the streets, Jason never bothered to even so much as think about soulmates. He didn’t have the luxury to dream about some unknown person when he had to scrounge around for something to even fill his stomach. When he died and was subsequently resurrected, he refused to even entertain the idea. After all, he thought he may not even have a soul anymore, what with the unpleasant effects of the Lazarus Pits, so how could he possibly have a soulmate then?
Yet, here she was right in front of him. It was a strange feeling; meeting someone you’ve been told all your life would make you happy. What do you even say to them, especially when you met by knocking them onto the ground?
“Uh, yeah, that sounds about right,” the black-haired boy responded dumbly.
They continued to stare at each other and their wrists in silence. Any outside viewer would likely be frustrated by the lack of proper interaction between the two, but they simply did not know what to say. Finally, the girl took a deep breath and sighed, breaking the silent spell over them.
“Hi, my name is Marinette,” she introduced. For a brief moment, it seemed she considered sticking out her hand to shake his but decided against it. “I’m Jason,” he responded after another pregnant pause. He hadn’t felt this awkward since Bruce tried to have “the talk” with him.
After meeting Marinette, Jason’s stay in Paris got a lot less boring. While their first meeting had been a bit strange, the two quickly fell into more comfortable conversation the longer they spent time together. He enjoyed her company so much that he was actually upset that his time to return to Gotham was drawing near.
“Hey, Mari!” Jason called loudly as he walked into her parents’ bakery. The black-haired girl looked over towards the door from where she worked at the counter with a bright smile.
“Hi, Jason,” she said, “I’m almost done with my shift here and then we can head out.”
Suddenly, a petite woman came out from the kitchen door. “We’ve got it from here, dear. Feel free to head out now.”
Marinette gave the woman a hug and quickly pulled off her apron. “Thanks, Mama,” she turned towards Jason, “I’m gonna go wash up and then I’ll be right back.”
The girl ran through the door her mother exited. The older woman then turned her attention to the black-haired boy.
“So, you’re the boy my daughter has been spending so much time with lately,”
Jason stood up a little straighter and coughed. “Yes, ma’am,” he said as respectively as he could muster. After all, it’s not every day you meet your soulmate’s mother.
“My name is Jason Todd,” he introduced. He felt as though the woman could stare into the very pit of whatever may be left of his soul.
After what felt like an eternity, the older woman gave him a soft smile, “All I ask is that you have her home before dark,”
“Absolutely,” he said, breathing in a sigh of relief. She really had him worried for a moment.
“Oh, and Jason was it?” she said quickly before leaning closer to the boy’s ear. “You may be her soulmate, but If you so much as hurt one hair on my baby girl’s head, I will be forced to take extreme measures.”
The black-haired boy pulled away stunned. Mrs. Dupain-Cheng may be small in stature, but he felt like she would find a way to deliver on that threat, even with all his vigilante expertise.
“Alright, all done!” Marinette said as she burst through the door. “Ready to go, Jason?”
Righting himself, he shook his head quickly. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Marinette linked her arm with his before leading him out the front of the shop, wrists slightly aglow. “So, where do you want me to show you today, Mr. American Tourist?” she asked teasingly.
He hummed, putting his finger to his chin in thought. “Well, we haven’t been to the Louvre yet,”
The two headed off in the direction of the museum, making idle small talk. They had been going about their days like this since they met. They would get together and Marinette would introduce Jason to a new part of her hometown. Sometimes it would be a famous monument, but other times she would show Jason a little spot all of her own. Places that held a special meaning just to her.
Those were his favorite days. Days that he felt like he was getting closer to her. Marinette and Jason had yet to fully address the soulmate situation between the two but continued to meet, nonetheless. The older boy hoped desperately that they would have enough time before his departure to figure themselves out.
Jason felt like a different person when he was with Marinette. He didn’t have to be Jason, the back-alley kid taken in by Bruce Wayne, or Red Hood, the rough and tumble vigilante. He didn’t have to be Jason, back from the dead, or even Jason, the comedic relief between his many adopted siblings. With Marinette, he was just Jason, an American tourist who happened to bump into his soulmate while abroad.
“So, I know we haven’t really talked about it but—” The black-haired girl began before being cut off by a loud shriek.
The two turned their heads towards the sound to see a man with pink hair running around making people disappear with a beam from his strange visor.
“Oh no, an akuma!” Marinette cried worriedly.
“Huh?” Jason looked at her confused.
“No time to explain!” She shoved him out of the way as a beam blasting their way. The girl grabbed onto his clothes and ran away from the ensuing fight, pulling him along with her.
After finding a place to hide, Marinette finally let go of his arm. “You stay hidden here, I need to go check on my parents.”
Jason looked at her flabbergasted. “Why would you go back out there? At least let me come to watch you back!”
“No,” she replied firmly. “You don’t know anything about akumas. I’m used to this, especially Pixelator. You should stay here where you’re safe.”
Then, before he could even argue, the girl had gone off in another direction. All of Jason’s instincts told him to get out there and fight, but he knew he couldn’t. This wasn’t Gotham, and he couldn’t let anyone think Red Hood was operating somewhere else or it could spell trouble.
However, he could at least chase after Marinette. While he appreciated the concern, he knew he could handle a supervillain situation. Plus, he was worried about the girl, running worriedly toward her parents in the middle of this so-called “akuma” attack.
Right when he was about to sprint off in the same direction as his former companion, a blur of red swung by, quickly followed by a black blob.
“Oh, Pixelator,” called the latter figure. “I’m ready for my close-up.”
Jason looked at the now clear figure bewilderedly. In front of him stood a boy in tight leather along with cat ears and a tail. Geez, and he thought Dick’s costumes were bad.
The boy struck a pose tauntingly at the villain as another figure came up to stand next to him. This time it was a girl in a red and black spotted suit. She spun what appeared to be a yo-yo with a mildly irritated look on her face.
“Not the time, Chat,” she said frustratedly to her partner.
“But, M’lady,” he whined back before the two descended upon the akuma.
It was then that Jason realized that these were the heroes he was sent to Paris to observe. They seemed young yet fought with the precision of seasoned warriors. Just how long had these two been forced to fight?
The black-haired boy watched the fight with a strange sense of awe. While he also fights villains frequently, it’s not often that he gets to see magic in action. The cat boy leaped from building to building, narrowly avoiding the beams that made objects disappear into seemingly thin air. Meanwhile, the spotted girl tried to draw closer to the akuma, sending out her weapon frequently to try and restrain him.
The battle was mesmerizing. Briefly. Jason wondered if this is what his tussles with the Rogues looked like to the outside view. He got lost in what felt like rehearsed choreography between the three.
He was so lost in the combative dance that he didn’t even notice the beam coming right at him.
“Look out!” The spotted heroine yelled. When he didn’t move fast enough, she dove towards him, slamming his body to the ground. The beam went sailing over them, taking out a nearby dumpster.
The girl scrambled to get back on her feet. As Jason got up as well, he noticed her hand clamped tightly around her other wrist.
“Did you hurt your wrist?” he asked, drawing closer in concern.
“I’m fine!” The heroine backed away as if to keep him from touching her. “But you better get out here J—random tourist!”
With that, the girl sprinted away back towards the fight.
When the fight finally ended, Jason made his way back to Marinette’s. The two spoke a bit and made plans to tour the Louvre another day. However, if the boy was being honest, he didn’t remember a word of what was said. He was too distracted wondering how on earth Ladybug (whose name he got from Marinette) knew he was a tourist. He supposed that as one of the sole heroes of Paris she might know all the citizens’ faces, but that seemed like a stretch in a city as large as the City of Lights.
Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he was extremely excited when Marinette informed him that she would be visiting him in Gotham. After he had left Paris, the two stayed in contact via video call, but it just wasn’t the same. Plus, despite Wayne Manor being filled with rooms, his brothers always seemed to find a way to find and annoy him when he was on the phone with his soulmate.
As soon as his family had found out about his soulmate, his brothers haven’t stopped bothering him about her. Dick keeps trying to give him romance advice, Tim wants to background check her, and Damian, in all his preteen glory, refuses to believe there could be someone out the willing to deal with him. He also suggested that if they do exist that Bruce should throw them in jail immediately because they can’t be good news if they enjoy spending time with the likes of Jason.
So here he was, impatiently waiting in Gotham’s airport for Marinette’s plane to land. It had been a pain keeping his family from trying to pick her up with him, but he managed to convince them that their meeting would be more personal if it was just the two of them. (There were also a few threats throw in, but that’s neither here nor there.)
“Jason!” he heard a familiar voice yell. He got up from his seat and began moving towards the sound, where Marinette was running excitedly towards him, luggage in hand.
“Hey, Mari,” he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “Glad you could make it,”
As she hugged him back, their soulmarks glowed once again. He swore he would never get used to the warmth that would fill his body during the strange phenomenon.
“Me too,” she replied letting go of the black-haired boy.
The two began to make their way towards the exit when there was a crash. At first, Jason was ready to ignore it but then a deranged laugh filled the air.
“Damn it,” Jason growled. He quickly pulled Marinette into a nearby storage room.
“Listen,” he said, using a serious tone the girl was unfamiliar with from him. “Joker is attacking, and I need you to promise me you will not move from this spot until the Bats deal with the situation.”
Marinette nodded her head. Jason knew her parents had made her research the Rogues Gallery extensively before she was allowed to even think about going to Gotham. She knew the Joker was no joke at all.
The black-haired boy looked down at his phone. He’d gotten several coded texts asking him to step in as Red Hood. He also had orders to only take care of the citizens and not go anywhere near Joker. He almost laughed to himself. Like hell was he going to suit up and not go for that stupid clown.
“I have to make sure someone pulled the Rogues alarm,” he bluffed “don’t move from this spot.”
Marinette gave him an angry look. “Why do you need to go back out there?! I’m sure someone else handled the alarm!”
“Some people would rather run and save their own hides than make sure others will get help.”
“This isn’t Paris, Jason! You could die and never come back.” She cried.
He laughed cruelly. “I’m more than aware of death, Marinette. I’ve lived in Gotham my entire life and I know how cruel this town is. I will be back, so please, just stay here until it’s over.”
Jason gave her what he hoped was a reassuring hug and walked out of the storage closet. He almost wanted to cry at the scared look in the girl’s eyes as he closed the door, but he wanted to make sure Joker wouldn’t get anywhere near where Marinette was hiding. To do that, he needed to be Red Hood.
With practiced stealth, Jason retrieved his suit from the car he had borrowed to pick up Marinette and suited up in the blink of an eye. Once ready, he loaded his guns with rubber bullets and kicked in the airport entrance.
“Hey, you, deranged clown!” He yelled, firing a few rounds at the Rogue’s lackeys. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Well, if it isn’t one of the Bat’s many sidekicks,” the clown cackled.
Red Hood gave an angry grunt. “I’m not the old man’s sidekick, you crazy shit head.”
The Joker gave an unnerving fake pout. “Didn’t Batsy ever teach you some manners?”
He began unloading his gun on the lackeys, trying (but not really) not to hit any vital organs. Suddenly, he heard a girl’s scream.
Red Hood froze in the middle of his barrage. That was definitely Marinette’s voice. Without warning, he went running off in her direction, not even thinking about the Rogue behind him.
When he got to the storage closet, the door was kicked in surrounded by Joker’s henchmen. He should have known that the deranged man would send men to look for hostages to take, but in his rush, he had forgotten about the Joker’s favorite trick.
“Back off,” he said angrily. He fired his gun at the nearest henchmen, using his careful aim to ensure he wouldn’t hurt Marinette.
He continued to fire off round until all the men were on the ground. Red Hood approached the door carefully, afraid he might spook the girl even more.
“Hey, they’re gone for now,” he said gently as he approached the girl tucked in the corner. “You should get out of here before any more come by.”
He held his hand out for her to stand when a thought crossed his mind. If their touch resulted at all in skin-on-skin contact, then their marks would probably start glowing, subsequently blowing his cover.
Red Hood quickly pulled his hand back before she could take it. Marinette gave him a strange look but said nothing on the matter.
“Thank you,” she said, voice shaking a bit. “This could be odd, but have you seen a man named Jason Todd? He was here with me before he ran off to call in help. He never came back and I’m getting really worried—” the girl continued to ramble before he cut her off.
“I know who you’re talking about. Don’t worry about him, I sent him outside with the rest of the citizens and he told me to look out for you. That’s how I knew you were here,” he lied easily.
The girl breathed a quick sigh of relief before shuffling out of the closet and running quickly to the nearest exit.
That girl was going to be the death of him. Red Hood shook his head before heading off towards where he had left the Joker. The damned clown was going to get it for messing with his time with Marinette.
Red Hood sighed. It wasn’t often he got dragged to a Justice League meeting. As one of the more reckless vigilantes of Gotham, he was often left out of official business. However, all members were informed that there would be a special event tonight, so his siblings all pushed him into attending.
“Thank you, friends, for coming tonight.” Wonder Woman addressed the group. “I apologize for the late notice, but a matter of great importance has been brought to us.”
The Amazonian stood tall in front of them, as though threatening anyone who would dare not listen to her. “May I introduce to you, the current Guardian, Ladybug.”
As the familiar spotted heroine walked into the room, Red Hood’s mouth was slightly agape under his helmet. After he was sent to observe the Parisian heroes a year ago, he had been told that the Justice League would not yet be intervening in the matter as they were not equipped to deal with such magics.
It seems the situation had changed because before him stood the hero of Paris herself, the Miraculous Ladybug.
“Hello, everyone,” she said. “I am Ladybug, and I, along with my partner Chat Noir, have been defending Paris from the villain Hawkmoth for several years now. It has gotten to the point where we no longer feel able to handle the situation ourselves, and we greatly appreciate the help and training the Justice League will provide.”
Murmurs filled the room. Most of the younger members had no idea there was even a supervillain in Paris.
Wonder Woman said a few more words on the matter before everyone began to move around the room to socialize. After a moment of debating, Red Hood made the choice to approach Ladybug.
“Hello,” he said with an awkward chuckle. “I’m Red Hood, vigilante from Gotham,”
“Ladybug,” the heroine replied, “hero from Paris.”
As the two reached forward to shake hands, someone pushed Red Hood forward. In an effort to right himself, he hit his exposed wrist into his companion’s face.
“Oh shit, I’m so—” he began before getting cut off by a glow from his wrist. His eyes widened in shock and he quickly flitted his gave to Ladybug’s also glowing wrist, though it seemed dimmer through the fabric of her suit.
“Mari—” he was cut off again by Ladybug’s hand over his mouth.
“Don’t you dare say it,” she threatened.
He lifted her hand away from his face.
“All I’m gonna say is that this strangely makes a lot of sense.”
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Sunflowers and Mooncakes Master List
Fics
Maribat
Dreams of Birds and Angels AO3 - Daminette - 2 Parts
- To Dream of a Bird AO3 - Part 1
- To Dream of an Angel AO3 - Part 2
Falling Free AO3 - General
Even by Different Names, the Soul Remains the Same AO3 - Jasonette - For @the-alice-of-hearts
Assassin for Adoption AO3 - General/Mominette
Penpals and Presents AO3 - Daminette - For @mar16a7
Demon Slayer
Made With Love AO3 - Shinomitsu
Of Dreams and Schemes AO3 - Shinomitsu
Mitsuri the Friendly Ghost AO3 - General
To Be a Coward AO3 - Zenko/Zennezu
Tell Me You Love Me AO3 - Shinomitsu
I'll Be Brave for You AO3 - Zenko/Zennezu
The Fox and The Butterfly AO3 - Shinomitsu
In Your Arms AO3 - Shinomitsu
Braided Beauty AO3 - Shinomitsu
Nezuko's Adventures in Wonderland AO3 - General - 3 Chapters - Incomplete
Trick or Treat AO3 - Sabigiyuu
When Light Turns to Dark AO3 - Minimal Obamitsu/Shinomitsu Friendship
Sanemi and Giyuu's Adventures in Babysitting AO3 - Mild Sanegiyuu/Zenko/General
Promare
Maid for You AO3 - Galolio
Ensemble Stars
What if We Booped Snoots at the Furry Convention AO3 - Koga x Tetora
A Spell to Make You Well AO3 - Natsume x Reader
Art
Childhood Best Friends Daminette
Violinist Damian Wayne
Robin Sweatshirt Marinette
Bunny Suit Damian
Maid Outfit Damian
Sleeping Damian Daminette
Camo Daminette
Daminette Stargazing for @astrynyx
Young Marinette at the Park for @astrynyx
Childhood Penpals Daminette for @mar16a7 (at the end of the linked fic)
Some Really Bad Portraits I did Awhile Back - 1 2 3
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This is by far one of my favorite pieces I’ve done and I’m extremely proud of how the lighting effect turned out. Also that hand perspective tho.
Any seeming this on my page make sure to check out the fic this was drawn for How to Trick a Billionaire Who Just so Happens to be Batman by the lovely @astrynyx.
once again the incredible @sunflowers-and-mooncakes made this stunning work of art for my fic How To Trick A Billionaire Who Just So Happens To Be Batman (which you can find on my masterlist). thank you so much for putting my vague ideas into such an incredible art piece 💕💕
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As @astrynyx said, this art was done by me for her fic Looking to the Stars. I worked hard on this piece and I’m very happy with how it came out.
Ps I’m also super late to posting but ignore that pls.
totally forgot to post some of the art my lovely @sunflowers-and-mooncakes made 💕💕 soooo expect some posts about it
this is for my fic Looking At the Stars (you can find the link on my masterlist) and it’s honestly gorgeous
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Day 7: War
fun fact - I made a whole camo brush just for this piece (if you want the procreate brush hit me up)
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Day 4: Dreams
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Day 6: Photograph
I know it's a stretch but he's posing for a photo ok lol
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Day 5: Magic
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Day 3: Stars
@illiteratefucks
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Day 1: Best Friends
Cat late to uploading her maribat war contributions? no one is surprised. I'll try to get the rest of them up in a timely manner lol.
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Had to take a break but do you like jazz
Are you pollen my leg? You better not bee.
As luck would hive it, jazz happens to bee one of my favorites.
🐝 🐝 🐝
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Dick : Okay, truth or dare?
Tim: Truth
Dick : How many hours have you slept this week?
Tim:
Tim: ...Dare
Dick : Go to bed.
Tim: I don’t like this game
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